Exit

Love was the passenger in life’s back seat
Needle to my soundtrack is stuck on repeat
So many options to choose from; yet no one is willing to compete
Bombarded with problems; I dare to be discreet
Wandering about the boulevard of broken dreams
The ripping apart of a fragile soul from its seams
Too many thoughts to write down; going through reams
Of paper thinking of more unconventional schemes
Should I just give up and even concede
Defeat is not in the cards; this thought is to recede
In the back of my mind begging and eventually plead
That Change will soon come as this heart cease to bleed
Happiness…the next exit; caution is shall I proceed